Monday, October 12, 2015

Lost or shopping

Actually I think they were just a bit lost.
I rather think it made it's way back to the woods later that day ...probably without sampling the pancakes .

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)